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you and dean both came from families that didn’t very much celebrate christmas, not even when you were kids.
both of you agreed to not let your children go through the same, which made you two great parents.
letting your little ones believe in the tooth fairy, the easter bunny and santa claus for as long as they could. you simply wanted to protect their innocence and hope since you yourself didn’t have it for very long.
there was just something magical about seeing your kids being so excited for santa to arrive with their presents.
which brings us to this moment right here.
dean was upstairs in your shared bedroom, finishing up getting dressed into the santa claus costume with a beard and all.
your kids were downstairs making food for the reindeer, you know, for when they need to regenerate from all that flying.
“babe?” you called out quietly to your husband, you popped your head into the bedroom to find him fixing his fake santa beard, already wearing the red suit, boots and hat.
you couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle, “wow, you look…uh..” you grinned, stepping closer to him.
“i know i know, but the kids love it. so shut it.” dean warned, but his tone was anything but threatening. especially with that little smile hiding beneath the fake beard.
“hey i wasn’t gonna hate on it, i… actually kinda dig the look.” you smirked, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and with the other you tugged on his beard, pulling it down enough for you to give him a kiss.
you loved dean, and you simply couldn’t help but get turned on with what a sweet dad he was, even with seemingly small things like dressing up as santa every year. just so his kids can have some good memories from their childhood.
he reciprocated the kiss with the same energy – loving yet hungry.
his hands rested on the small of your back, eventually sliding lower and lower as the kiss got more heated.
one of his big calloused hands grabbed your ass and squeezed it in a playful way, making you let out a chuckle and pull away ever so slightly.
“mommy! what are you doing?!” you heard your 5 year old daughter gasp in shock, standing in the doorway with her head peaked into your bedroom.
you quickly pushed the beard back in it’s place on his chin before both yours and dean’s heads turned to the slightly cracked open bedroom door. your daughter must’ve seen you two kissing.
you couldn’t help but get a mini heart attack as you saw her confused and slightly upset.
“oh.. hi honey..” you suddenly stepped away from dean, collecting some distance between you and him.
“i was just whispering to santa what daddy wants for christmas.. we have to keep it a secret though, we wouldn’t want daddy to find out right? we want to surprise him!” you knelt down on your knees to speak with her, your voice soft and sweet, your hand fixing her hair behind her ear.
she blankly looked you in the eyes before blinking a couple times, you smiled at her in the hopes she won’t want to get into the details.
but instead, she ran out of the room shouting, “i’m gonna tell daddy that you kissed santa!”
you looked back at dean who was holding in a laugh, you stood up and ran a hand through your hair. “well that went well..” you giggled, shaking your head.
dean grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in closer to him again. “your husband won’t be happy to find out you’re having an affair with santa, darlin.” he smirked, giving you another kiss before fixing up his costume and grabbing the sack of presents.
he turned to face you, “i’ll handle it sweetheart, don’t worry.” he gave you a reassuring wink and walked out the room and down stairs.
“ho, ho, ho, merry christmas!” you could hear him speak in his santa voice from downstairs as the kids were letting out sounds of excitement.